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'
Boromir
,
O
Boromir
!
'
he
cried
.
'
What
did
she
say
to
you
,
the
Lady
that
dies
not
?
What
did
she
see
?
What
woke
in
your
heart
then
?
Why
went
you
ever
to
Laurelindórenan
,
and
came
not
by
your
own
road
,
upon
the
horses
of
Rohan
riding
home
in
the
morning
?
'
Then
turning
again
to
Frodo
,
he
spoke
in
a
quiet
voice
once
more
.
'
To
those
questions
I
guess
that
you
could
make
some
answer
,
Frodo
son
of
Drogo
.
But
not
here
or
now
.
maybe
.
But
lest
you
still
should
think
my
tale
a
vision
,
I
will
tell
you
this
.
The
horn
of
Boromir
at
least
returned
in
truth
,
and
not
in
seeming
.
The
horn
came
,
but
it
was
cloven
in
two
,
as
it
were
by
axe
or
sword
.
The
shards
came
severally
to
shore
:
one
was
found
among
the
reeds
where
watchers
of
Gondor
lay
,
northwards
below
the
infalls
of
the
Entwash
;
the
other
was
found
spinning
on
the
flood
by
one
who
had
an
errand
in
the
water
.
Strange
chances
,
but
murder
will
out
,
'
tis
said
.
'
And
now
the
horn
of
the
elder
son
lies
in
two
pieces
upon
the
lap
of
Denethor
,
sitting
in
his
high
chair
,
waiting
for
news
.
And
you
can
tell
me
nothing
of
the
cleaving
of
the
horn
?
'
'N
o
,
I
did
not
know
of
it
,
'
said
Frodo
.
'
But
the
day
when
you
heard
it
blowing
,
if
your
reckoning
is
true
,
was
the
day
when
we
parted
,
when
I
and
my
servant
left
the
Company
.
And
now
your
tale
fills
me
with
dread
.
For
if
Boromir
was
then
in
peril
and
was
slain
,
I
must
fear
that
all
my
companions
perished
too
.
And
they
were
my
kindred
and
my
friends
.
'
Will
you
not
put
aside
your
doubt
of
me
and
let
me
go
?
I
am
weary
,
and
full
of
grief
,
and
afraid
.
But
I
have
a
deed
to
do
,
or
to
attempt
,
before
I
too
am
slain
.
And
the
more
need
of
haste
,
if
we
two
halflings
are
all
that
remain
of
our
fellowship
.
'
Go
back
,
Faramir
,
valiant
Captain
of
Gondor
,
and
defend
your
city
while
you
may
,
and
let
me
go
where
my
doom
takes
me
.
'
'
For
me
there
is
no
comfort
in
our
speech
together
,
'
said
Faramir
;
'
but
you
surely
draw
from
it
more
dread
than
need
be
.
Unless
the
people
of
Lórien
themselves
came
to
him
,
who
arrayed
Boromir
as
for
a
funeral
?
Not
Orcs
or
servants
of
the
Nameless
.
Some
of
your
Company
,
I
guess
,
live
still
.
'
But
whatever
befell
on
the
North
March
,
you
,
Frodo
,
I
doubt
no
longer
.
If
hard
days
have
made
me
any
judge
of
Men
's
words
and
faces
,
then
I
may
make
a
guess
at
Halflings
!
Though
,
'
and
now
he
smiled
,
'
there
is
something
strange
about
you
,
Frodo
,
an
elvish
air
,
maybe
.
But
more
lies
upon
our
words
together
than
I
thought
at
first
.
I
should
now
take
you
back
to
Minas
Tirith
to
answer
there
to
Denethor
,
and
my
life
will
justly
be
forfeit
,
if
I
now
choose
a
course
that
proves
ill
for
my
city
.
So
I
will
not
decide
in
haste
what
is
to
be
done
.
Yet
we
must
move
hence
without
more
delay
.
'
